When you've armor thick as mine
nobody asks you if you're fine
they think you're safe behind the walls
that you've constructed in your mind
I wish that I could take you
down the path to hazy river
where the ground is strewn with insight
and I warm you with my body
you can hear the fog arising
from the mouths of mountain sparrows
you remembered in a past life
Remember the mountain waters
hold the gift of incarnation
that you pressed into your notebook
as we sat beside the river
You can tremble when I touch you
have no fear I'm not an angel
I'm the lonely river-mountain
passing through a sacred valley
and I'm holy
unaccustomed to your smile